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3d
Im tired.
Im tired of making the same mistakes over and over again.
Im tired.
Im tired of wanting to achieve my dream without doing any causes.
Im tired.

When i try to make a change,
i don’t know which one; either my mind, my heart, my guts, my soul(?)
will stop me from doing what’s best.
But i know my mind keeps telling me to change,
so i know he’s not the perpetrator.

So which one is the suspect?
Or maybe all of the rest are plotting against me.
Or am i trying to convict someone else in my life for my misbehaves
because i totally understand
there’s no one that i can point my finger on.
So i created all these illusions — disillusioned as it sounds —
just to set me free
from all the burden
of not doing my responsibilities right.
Written by
Albamaine
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